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There is a house in New Orleans 
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they call the Rising Sun 
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and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy 
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and, God, I know I'm one. 



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My mother was a tailorest, 
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she sewed my new bluejeans; 
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my father was a gamblin' man 
Am      E     Am       E 
down in New Orleans. 



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Now, the only thing a gambler needs 
     Am       C     E     E 
is a suitcase and a trunk 
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and the only time that he's satisfied 
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is when he's down and drunk. 


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So, mothers tell, tell your children 
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not to do what I have done ... aahoooo, 
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not to spend there lives in sin and misery 
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in the House of the Rising Sun. 


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I got one foot on the platform 
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and another on the train; 
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I'm goin' now (home?) to New Orleans 
   Am        E        Am       E 
to wear that ball and chain. 


      Am   C        D     F 
There is a house in New Orleans 
     Am       C      E     E 
they call the Rising Sun 
         Am       C       D           F 
and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy 
     Am     E        Am       E 
and, God, I know I'm one. 

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